Saturday, March 3, 2018

oh to have a memory
In love with Yeats
In darkened sleep
One grand long lyric to mind commit
A trickling song
Hums and seeps
Yet
Rhythm and the words
Flow like rainwater through 
wide broken dams,
melancholy openings, a 
sweet retreat.
If only art could 
clutch but 

letting go is sweeter. 

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